Early this morning, almost at the strike of midnight – if I could find a bell that tolls the hour – I woke. I picked up ANNIE DREAMING and started to read from the point at which I’d last read. Putting a book down can be difficult for me. Picking my own novel up at midnight was probably stupid.
At any rate, I read through to the end. I am satisfied with the content of ANNIE DREAMING, although not completely happy with the cover colors. They are less subdued than I think they should be.
Still, a nice read.